I woke up slowly and everything was pitch black. i was worried for a second that i was blind, but then realised i had soemthing covering my eyes. i tr...ed moving my arms but they seemed to be stuck in place and my wrists hurt. my wrists were tied to the bed. i tried moving my ankles but they were tied too. i tried yelling but my mouth was full of some material, it tasted really really nice, like my sisters cum. my pussy still ached and my nipples were sore, though i was really horny still."oh,. Mujhe unki bra bar bar hath main lag rahi thi tabhi unhone khud kaha ki agar problem ho rahi ho to nikal dun main ise.Maine turant kehdiya ki haaa nikal dijiye problem ho rahi hai mujhe and ab wo mere saamne sirf panty main thi aur main unki back ki massage kar raha tha tabhi maine kaha ki aap ghum jaiye and wo turant ghum gai aur main turant unki boobs massage karne laga and wo siskariya nikalne lagi ooohhhh aaahh yes main samajh gaya ki ye ab sex karwane hi rahengi mujhse.Main dhire dhire. "Justbeing a guy by itself opens a lot of doors us girls have very littlehope of opening. It's really not fair at all."I waved my hands dismissively. How could Cindy possibly be jealous ofme? Surely she remembered I was a lanky, glasses-wearing dork with aface which looked like I'd been bobbing for French fries."It's not all that and a bag of chips, you know. Being a guy isn't likesome cakewalk. We have our own issues to deal with." I never said it was a cakewalk, Sam. Just that it was easier. I think my own mouth fell open, and in fact I would not be surprised if every male jaw in the room dropped with the precision and singularity of movement of a US Marine drill squad. This exquisite woman walked, with a sexy, swaying, lilting step, to the front of the classroom, and said, “Good morning, class. I’m Miss Martin.”As soon as she spoke, emphasizing the “r” in “morning,” and pronouncing “class” so it rhymed with “ass,” we knew she was from the United States, and at first I thought she.